Graffiti on Penn Avenue in Garfield.
Tyler just told me a story about what would happen if someone gave us a bucket of sloths and how they would give us kisses and bake cookies and crochet and sit in a circle and sing/play ukulele.
I literally cried.
Baby and I finally went for a ride and it reminded me of how out of shape I am.
Also I discovered some interesting sculptures with nice uplight.
I’m the king of the castle
You’re the dirty rascal